Humane Yongchang

The succession of the emperor's position is not only a family matter, but also a state matter.

After confirming the heir to the Emperor's position, Chen Sheng also let go of the last important matter on his mind, and he was completely relieved.

A Yu's condition was still deteriorating, and it didn't take long before he gradually became like Chen Shou back then, fainting all day long, with very few moments of sobriety.

Chen Sheng guarded A Yu all day long, took her pulse and decocted medicine, pushed her uterus to pass the blood, and chatted with her, but he still could only watch helplessly as his wife deteriorated day by day.

The children and grandchildren tried their best to search for all kinds of folk prescriptions and precious medicines, even at the risk of being taught by Chen Sheng, they found some almost lost witchcraft and sent them to the palace, trying to force her to prolong her life.

Although Chen Sheng knew that these folk remedies were useless.

But it still didn't stop the children and grandchildren from being filial.

A Yu is his wife, who has been by his side for a long time, so she naturally has a majestic air in her body.

Under the general situation that the power of Huanghuang's humanity swept away all heresies, the human emperor's spirit naturally has the effect of avoiding all evils and preventing all diseases from invading.

Just like Chen Shou, since he became the emperor of the Han Dynasty, he has never had any ailments, not even a simple headache and brain fever. In his early eighties, his face is red, his arms are big and his waist is round, and he is more energetic than many in his early thirties. young people are enough.

But since his illness, his energy has been in decline. Chen Sheng has exhausted all methods, but he can't even win a room for relaxation. A rich old man, boiled into a handful of skin and bones.

No matter how mysterious and majestic the human imperial energy is, it is ultimately an external force, which can only be relied on to protect the body, not to rely on it for longevity.

If it is possible, then the emperors of the Xia and Shang dynasties should still be alive today...

When Ah Yu's deadline is approaching.

Rarely, Chen Sheng summoned a group of former benevolent and military officials, including Bai Qi who suppressed the Ganges River Basin, Xiang Yu who managed the Middle East, Wu Guang who controlled the snow-covered plateau, and Lu Chen who was in charge of the entire Southeast Asia, into the Changning Palace.

After many years, everyone gathered again in Yanqing Palace, but they were all old men with white beard and white hair, looking at each other, feeling deeply moved.

"My way is over!"

After the brief exchange of pleasantries, Chen Sheng got straight to the point without any detour: "You guys make preparations, hold a national funeral for me!"

Those two short sentences shocked a group of old men even more than Mount Tai collapsed before!
When they came back to their senses, they looked again at Chen Sheng, whose aura was still majestic and majestic like a mountain, and there was no sign of decay. Everyone felt extremely confused and didn't know how to speak for a long time.

"Gululu..."

Pushing the wheelchair, Han Fei came to the steps and looked up at Chen Sheng above: "Your Majesty, your road...has it really come to an end?"

Chen Sheng nodded: "It's really over!"

Han Fei was silent. He knew that Chen Sheng was finally going to let go of the back seat of the bicycle completely.

He didn't want to agree, but this matter, they had been arguing back and forth for more than 30 years.

When he could kidnap Chen Sheng with a big guy before, he never won.

Now, Chen Sheng has nothing to worry about, even he himself can't imagine why he can win!
Everyone is silent...

Although no matter the literal meaning.

Or the subtext in the words.

None of them could understand.

But this did not prevent them from understanding the determination in Chen Sheng's tone.

After a long time, Han Fei said again: "Your Majesty, who is His Majesty going to hand over to?"

Chen Sheng replied: "The eldest son, Chen Qi."

Han Fei nodded and said affirmatively, "Although the two sons are good candidates for the position of emperor, the eldest son is more suitable for the current national conditions of the big man."

When everyone heard what Han Fei said, they all nodded in unison and said, "The eldest son has both ability and political integrity, and has the demeanor of His Majesty!"

"The time for conquering the world is over, and now we need a monarch like the eldest son who governs the world."

"I have been in contact with the eldest son before, and he treats everyone impeccably."

"A tiger father has no dogs..."

Chen Sheng said happily: "It's his blessing that Qi'er can get your approval!"

Everyone shook their heads and waved their hands in unison: "Your Majesty's reputation is too high..."

After everyone quieted down, Han Fei asked again, "Does Your Majesty have any requirements for the national funeral?"

Chen Sheng shook his head: "There are no special requirements, as long as we can inform all Han citizens about this matter, that's enough."

The last thing he can do for the great man is to return freedom to those subjects who are still loyal to him.

From now on, they no longer have to be loyal to a certain person...

Han Fei understood him. He sighed with mixed feelings in his heart, and said with his hands together: "Old minister obeys, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

He pushed the wheelchair back to his seat, and suddenly felt lonely in his heart...

After he stepped back, Fan Zeng came out tremblingly with his crutches, and said loudly out of breath, "Your Majesty, this old minister is about to die, please allow him to be buried with you, so as to fulfill his sincerity in this life!"

Chen Sheng looked at him so old that he couldn't straighten his back, pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "I didn't build the mausoleum, I just asked Meng Yi to find me a blessed land with mountains and rivers, if you don't mind the crowding , after a hundred years, you can be buried around me, and we will be neighbors in the future!"

Fan Zeng slowly put down his crutches, bowed to the ground, and said in a long and hoarse voice: "Old minister, I thank Your Majesty Long En, long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Everyone in the hall finally came to their senses now...why what they said seems to mean literally?
how can that be possible?
Your Majesty is the emperor in the world, and in the future, he will be like the Yellow Emperor, riding the dragon and ascending!
However, before he could figure it out, Chen Sheng in the palace waved his hand and said, "Since everyone has nothing to say, let's go home and wait for the news!"

Han Fei and Fan Zeng raised their hands in unison: "Respectfully, Your Majesty!"

When everyone saw this, they could only salute with their hands.

Chen Sheng nodded, got up and left Yanqing Hall from the back of the hall.

But after Chen Sheng left, Xiang Yu couldn't wait to find Fan Zeng: "Fan Gong, is Your Majesty going to ascend the dragon?"

Fan Zeng showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Yes, Your Majesty is about to ascend to Yulong!"

Xiang Yu: "As expected!"

Fan Zeng looked at Xiang Yu, who had suddenly realized, and silently lowered his old eyelids, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

It's getting dark.

Chen Shengping retreated from the palace people who served A Yu, and stood alone with a solitary lamp, guarding A Yu.

When the last moment came, Ah Yu's mind returned to clarity, and a pair of gentle eyes stared at Chen Sheng intently, as if he wanted to engrave his image into his heart.

Chen Sheng gently stroked her cold palm, hesitated, and asked softly: "Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

He has been waiting for Ah Yu to ask questions.

Although he had smeared and revised the answer countless times in his heart, he still felt that the words did not convey the meaning.

Ah Yu slowly raised his palm with difficulty.

Chen Sheng moved his face to her palm.

A Yu caressed his face, smiled lightly and said with difficulty: "Do I still need to ask?"

Chen Sheng smiled in relief, and rubbed his face against her palm: "I don't need it!"

Feeling his body temperature, Ah Yu was very reluctant to give up, but he still tried his best to say: "Then I'll go to the elder sister first, elder brother, please slow down!"

Chen Sheng lowered his eyelids, smiled lightly and said, "Well, see you later!"

A Yu finally gave him an unattractive smile, and gave him a soft "hmm".

In the next second, her palm was about to slip off Chen Sheng's face.

Chen Sheng held her palm and continued to warm her palm with his cheek.

Two bean-sized turbid water droplets dripped from under his eyelids.

In the middle of the night, some palace servants brought soup and medicine into the palace, only to find that His Majesty the Emperor and Mrs. Yu were lying on the bed side by side, breathless and stiff.

The sudden wail shattered the peaceful night...

……

The sad news of the Emperor's death quickly swept through the entire Han Dynasty through various means of communication.

Every big man who heard the bad news was instantly knocked down by the bad news.

Many people cried and fainted in the field.

Many people cried and fainted at the dinner table.

The cries first centered on Jinling City, and spread across the north and south along the railway lines.

Then follow the railway lines one after another, flocking to Jinling...

At the beginning of the founding of the Han Dynasty, there were only less than 600 million people.

In the past 45 years, the population of Dahan has hit several rolls, growing to more than 3000 million!
The elders still remember Ji Zhou's miserable life of being naked, hungry, and precarious during the darkest moment of Ji Zhou's year and the great chaos in the world.

They know better than anyone else where the prosperous world in front of them came from.

They have never hesitated to publicize the greatness of His Majesty the Emperor to everyone around them!
The young ones grew up soaked in the series of legendary stories about Chen Sheng's Prince Jiang Xiangning, and almost everyone regards Chen Sheng as their idol.

And this kind of admiration did not attenuate due to growth, on the contrary, as their experience grew, it became more sincere and fanatical!
Although they don't have as many painful and miserable memories as the elders.

But they stepped on Chen Sheng's shoulders, saw a broader landscape than the elders, and understood more truths than the elders.

So they can understand how difficult and anti-human Chen Sheng's decisions are.

So they can better appreciate the greatness of Chen Sheng!

Although Chen Shengyuan is in Jinling.

Although Chen Shenggui is the emperor.

But all Han people feel the same.

I am so close to His Majesty the Emperor.

I am so close to His Majesty the Emperor.

Subconsciously, Chen Sheng is really like their old father. They want to say good things to be happy with him, and they are not afraid to say bad things to make a fool of him.

Every day with Chen Sheng.

They can stand up and bravely face all injustices in the world like "someone in the family"!
Now, Chen Sheng is gone.

Everyone felt that there was a big piece of empty space in their hearts.

In a very short time...

School is closed.

Because no teacher can hold back the tears and continue the class.

The factories shut down.

Because no worker has the will to continue working.

Even the government has completely shut down.

Because almost all officials are wiping their tears and writing sacrificial rites to express their condolences.

Facing the situation where the whole country is almost at a standstill, the already not young national government is helpless!
Almost all the chief officials are blatantly issuing repeated orders to force their subordinates to go to work as usual, turning their faces away and crying themselves to go to the Shangguan to ask for leave, and go to the scalper to get a ticket to Jinling...

In desperation, the national government had no choice but to ask governments at all levels to organize mourning activities for His Majesty the Emperor on the day of His Majesty's funeral.

……

The day of the emperor's funeral.

It was still before dawn, and the crowd lined up from outside the Changning Palace to the Hall of Martyrs outside Jinling City... The "blessed place" that Chen Sheng mentioned was on a very inconspicuous hill next to the Hall of Martyrs.

No one presides over order.

Everyone spontaneously kept quiet, waiting silently,

Densely packed small white flowers covered the entire Jinling City.

At dawn, the funeral procession slowly drove out of Changning Palace.

Chen Qi, dressed in sackcloth and filial piety, walked in the front holding the portrait of Chen Sheng, followed by Chen Xiaoyu holding the portrait of A Yu and Chen Tai holding the banner.

The three brothers and sisters all cried their eyes red. Losing their parents overnight is a heavy blow to anyone.

Behind them, there is a large group of Chen family members dressed in sackcloth and filial piety led by Chen Ao.

Chen Ao is an elder, so naturally he has no reason to wear hemp and filial piety to the younger generation, but he used to be as tall as a grassland lion, but he became hunched in just a few days.

"Return of the soul..."

Chen Ao endured his grief and threw a stack of paper money into the sky.

When the white paper money fluttered down, the Emperor's Coffin walked out of Changning Palace step by step.

The dark Nine Dragons ebony coffin was carried by nine people: Fan Zeng, Lu Shu, Bai Qi, Xiang Yu, Wu Guang, Lu Chen, Jia Yi, Chen Feng, and Li You.

Nine pallbearers, nine old men with white hair and red eyes.

The people who knew these people watched the nine old men walk out of Changning Palace step by step carrying His Majesty's coffin.

It was as if he saw a group of impassioned men wearing helmets and armor, laughing and walking into a brilliant halo.

It's like seeing a rushing river, flowing eastward to the sea and never returning...

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

Someone couldn't help shouting loudly.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty..."

In the next moment, hundreds of thousands of people shouted hoarsely and desperately, and the voices rose and fell, overlapping, from the Changning Palace to the Hall of Martyrs, and finally echoed in the boundless mountains and forests, dissipating between heaven and earth.

After the cry, there was a low whimper.

It's like the north wind has traveled hundreds of thousands of miles and sprinkled billions of white snowflakes.

……

Chen Sheng, dressed in coarse cloth, mingled among the crowd, listening to the cries around him, and watching his funeral.

Although a little guilty...

But on the whole he was very satisfied with the national funeral.

People are mortal after all!
Besides, there is no banquet in the world that lasts forever!
"The suona is blown, the story that belongs to Chen Sheng should end..."

Chen Sheng muttered to himself in a low voice, his eyes were full of relief.

He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the crowd without a sound.

Han Fei, who was in the funeral procession, turned his head to look at the direction where Chen Sheng was leaving, and murmured softly, "Send off Your Majesty..."

PS1: Happy Labor Day, gentlemen~
PS2: Countdown to the end of the book... (2/1)